A Girl Named Lyla

J

"There's only two things in this world I'm good at. Sex and swimming."

-Esch Salvage the Bones

~Jesmyn Ward

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I hear movement behind me and I know it's the man taking off his clothes. I'm already almost naked. I am left with only my thong and my bra on my body and neither of those cover much. My back is to him, he's nervous.. he wants to fuck me in the dark so I won't see him. Which is why I'm already getting undressed... He wants to see me.

I unhook my bra and my D-cup breasts spill out of it, the cool air hardening my nipples, which could also be from arousal. Jack.. no, James? John? Anyway, the man is good looking, he's hot even, but he's nervous.... strange. J, that's what I'm going to call him, clears his throat, "Turn around." I look over my shoulder and then slip my thong off, kicking it from my leg and then turning around. I smile, my come-hither-bedroom smile, and then crawl up onto the bed, my flower pulsing as he reaches over and turns out the light before I can see him. He's already under the blanket and I'm mostly nervous I'm going to kick his dick or something, so I pull the sheets and blanket off of him and find his swollen manhood with my slim fingers. I smile wider and lean down, kissing the tip.

I don't know why I'm doing this.. I feel nothing romantic for J outside of physical desire, but I suppose that's something, right? I suck his tip into my mouth and this grants my a moan and his hand slips into my hair. They always put their hands into my hair when I suck on them... they think it's sweet or something.

He pushes me down and I gag on his dick, slurping the spit that spills out of my mouth and onto him. I reach down and rub his shaft as I bob my head and then I feel something and my heart skips a beat. He's holding me with his left hand and there's something cool and hard on his ring finger. I almost stop  and step away. I'm only 17, I can't be fucking a married man! But then I realize I don't care, so I do pop off, but just so I can straddle his legs and kiss his lips hungrily.

He guides himself inside me and I feel myself stretch around his thick dick and I moan, running my fingers into his hair and pulling softly as I start to ride his hard manhood. He moans and grunts... just like they all do. I throw my head back and squeeze my own breasts, they need the attention. My nipples feel like warm marbles and I keep bouncing on him, "Mmm... fuck."

He slaps my ass hard and I wince as he snarls at me, "Don't talk."

I sigh, they always get to tell me what to do.. how they want this or how they want that... someday, I'll be in charge... I'll tell the boy how I want to be fucked and it will be great.

I keep my mouth shut as J rolls us over and lifts my leg into an extremely bendy position over his head and pumps into me. J's a hot guy, but he's got to be about 35, I can tell when the guys are older, they take longer. He keeps pumping and moaning and grunting and sweating, our body's colliding and the sheets getting messier with each thrust as my nectar flows from my flower and I grip the sheets. I feel myself clamp, close to coming, but he's not, I have to hold it back.

He bites my neck and I arch my body against his, reaching down and squeezing his ass as I come hard and squirt all over his dick and thighs. He pumps into me a few more times before pulling out and messing all over my stomach and tits.

He stands up, dresses. He drops a couple hundreds on the dresser and leaves the hotel room. It always hurts when they put the money down and leave... It always feels like I've done something wrong... why don't they ever stay the night?